I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 302

Chapter 8: Just Be Yourself

Alice drooped her shoulders, enveloped in a gloomy atmosphere, and murmured sadly, “As expected, the master doesn’t like it.”

She looked just like a dejected golden-haired puppy, making one feel both pity and heartache.

Roy scratched his cheek and smiled wryly, “It’s not about liking or disliking.”

“Honestly, it’s just not suitable for you.”

“Not suitable?” Alice tilted her head in confusion. “But I clearly took Charlotte and Nia’s opinions into account to dress how the master likes!”

The little maid’s way of thinking was quite straightforward.

To create the perfect date for the master, she needed to become the version he liked.

Charlotte = the version Roy likes. Nia = the version Roy likes.

Combine the two, and isn’t it just 1 + 1 = 2, giving the master double the happiness?

However, Alice hadn’t anticipated that Charlotte and Nia would bicker endlessly about how to dress her, and the compromise they reached resulted in her current appearance.

Roy couldn’t help but be speechless upon hearing this.

It’s good to seek advice from Charlotte and the others, but asking both of them at once is asking for trouble. They would rather argue than give clear guidance.

Not to mention—

“You don’t need to be like Charlotte or Nia.” Roy ruffled Alice’s hair and smiled. “You naturally look cute, so you just need to be yourself.”

Upon hearing this, the young girl’s eyes twitched slightly.

“Just be myself?”

But would the master like her if she just stayed herself?

“That’s right, just be yourself.” Roy reiterated firmly.

As she gazed into the youthful eyes that were filled with her reflection, she felt an inexplicable warmth stirring in her heart, both thrilling and comforting.

In the end, Alice nodded in a way that seemed only partially convinced.

“Follow me.”

Roy took Alice’s hand, surveyed the area, and finally chose a café where they could reserve a private room.

He couldn’t just take Alice out on the street like this; he had to tidy her up properly.

Roy helped Alice sit down, then immediately started adjusting that messed-up hairstyle of hers.

“Master, Master? I can do it myself!” The little maid raised her hands flusteredly, unsure if she should stop him.

“You can’t see what you’re doing; it’s inconvenient. Let me handle it.” Roy teased, “Or are you saying you don’t trust me?”

“No!” Alice shook her head vigorously.

After that, she obediently said in a nearly whisper, “Then I’ll trouble you, Master.”

Roy wasn’t great at complex hairstyles, but he could surely help Alice return to her original look. After all, he had specifically asked Vanilla how to manage girls’ hair to impress the little maid back then.

Gently loosening the hair tie, her smooth, light golden hair cascaded down like a shimmering golden waterfall, filling the air with a warm scent of iris.

The golden strands were silky smooth, flowing like a gentle stream under the warm sun, making Roy unable to take his eyes off it. The faint aroma enveloped him, leaving him captivated for several seconds.

“Master?”

“Ah, nothing’s wrong.”

Roy forced himself to respond calmly, though inwardly he felt a bit embarrassed.

He regretted not letting Alice handle it herself.

It felt quite rude to be touching and smelling a girl’s hair. Luckily, Alice seemed to be blissfully unaware.

Roy steadied himself and swiftly styled her hair back into her usual twin ponytails.

The once short hair had grown down to her shoulders, losing a hint of childishness but gaining a feminine gracefulness.

Roy clapped his hands in satisfaction, “There, that’s better.”

“Next up, the socks.”

“Socks…”

Thinking back to the days when he often massaged her feet while practicing dance, Alice’s heart began to race, feeling an embarrassing urge to curl up and hide from Roy.

But strangely, she didn’t dislike it; rather, she felt a subtle anticipation.

Well, since it was the master’s request, as a maid, she shouldn’t refuse.

“Thank you, Master.”

Alice cautiously raised one delicate foot wrapped in a high-heeled sandal, placing it in front of Roy.

This caught Roy off guard.

First of all, he wasn’t a foot person.

What he meant was for the little maid to do it herself, but he never intended to help her change her stockings. It was clear she had misunderstood.

But now that her leg was extended, explaining it would surely embarrass Alice.

Forget it, it’s just changing socks; it’s not like he’s never done it before.

It was just the two of them here, no one else knowing—what was there to be embarrassed about?

Thinking this, Roy stopped overthinking it, grasped her delicate foot, and unfastened the sandal’s straps.

Then he reached to grip the edge of the over-the-knee black stockings, inevitably brushing against the delicate skin of her inner thigh.

Roy regretted it immediately.

Changing socks wasn’t the same as changing pantyhose; this was a little too stimulating!

Fortunately, Alice didn’t seem to react much, allowing Roy to focus on his task rather than overthink.

Gently sliding down, the black stocking came off, revealing skin as smooth and milky white as fallen angel feathers against the night.

Her slender legs glimmered with alluring shine, pure and flawless, reminiscent of a saintly painting, and once again, Roy found himself enchanted.

Only when he felt the petite bare foot in his palm tremble slightly did he snap back to reality, pretending nothing happened as he continued to remove her other stocking.

During this time, Alice wasn’t as calm inside as she appeared on the surface.

Her master, willing to bend down and carefully take care of her, surprised her with his gentleness. The occasional brush of his fingertips against her skin, the soft breaths, and that unmistakable gaze resting on her leg made her feel warm and tingly all over.

Especially when his fingers brushed against her inner thigh; she barely kept herself from making a strange sound, desperately holding back.

“All done.”

After putting away the removed stockings in his storage ring, Roy stood upright and surveyed the girl in front of him from head to toe, beaming with satisfaction.

Although her outfit looked almost identical to the one from their last outing, this style truly suited Alice.

“Is this okay like this?”

“Yep. Very good.”

Upon hearing this, Alice also let out a sigh of relief, her lips softening, “I’m glad the master likes it.”

The two left the café, heading back to the street.

If Alice had drawn attention earlier for her artistic behavior, now she was drawing absolutely captivated stares.

The blonde girl in a white dress, seemingly cool and serene in appearance, radiated a saintly warmth, like an angel descended to the mortal realm.

Even other girls couldn’t help but admire rather than criticize the partner who had been captivated.

Unfortunately, the angel’s gaze didn’t fall on anyone else; it was solely fixed on the figure beside her.

Just as Roy was about to lead the girl away, a sudden autumn breeze swept by.

Leaves danced in the wind, and the chilly breeze made Alice shudder unexpectedly.

Roy then realized that it was indeed autumn now, and Alice’s outfit was too cool for the season.

Low-tier extraordinary beings had physical qualities different from ordinary people, but outside of special bloodlines, their sensitivity to temperature was just the same.

“Alice, aren’t you cold?”

“I’m not cold.” Alice maintained a perfectly composed expression.

Another gust of cold wind blew past, and despite her nonchalant face, the girl instinctively trembled slightly.

Roy sighed helplessly.

Even he was wrapped in a coat with a sweater underneath. It was no wonder Alice, exposing her arms and legs, would feel cold.

With that, Roy unfastened his coat and draped it around Alice’s shoulders.